Classic Poem

Lo, I and He
Are Earth, and sea,
And clod, and god, and worm, and star;
'Twixt His and mine
There is nor line,
Nor boundary, nor bar;
Out into His Infinity
My finite reaches far;
And yet I know not what He is, nor what we singly are.
What Infinite Perfection makes and finite senses mar.
I merely thrill
Beneath His Will,
And know that He must be —
That heart
And limb
Are part
Of Him,
And He a part of me —
That we grow one
In star, and sun,
And Earth, and sky, and sea.